Trace A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart Novels & Stories

A drop of my blood fell, splattering onto the paper. My aunt closed her eyes and began chanting in a language that was old and full of power, her voice rising and falling rhythmically. The air around us grew heavy, almost electric, as if the very room held its breath. The drop of blood on the map began to move, trailing slowly across the paper, as if being pulled by an unseen force. It snaked around mountains, glided past forests, and finally came to a stop at a specific area near the edge of the map. She opened her eyes and pointed at the spot.

This misstep slowed the serum's journey to my heart. My mind, deprived of oxygen, plunged into an abyss of emptiness. Yet, in this void, a fiery sensation began to stir. Starting from my throbbing thumb, it wound its way towards my sluggishly beating heart. Upon reaching its destination, it erupted like a dormant volcano awakening. My heart raced, pumping the serum throughout my whole body with renewed vigor.

Just enough to relive the pain within. The blood welled up slowly, beading along the line in tiny drops that caught the light. It was a strange color up close—darker than you'd expect, almost brown at the edges. I watched it form, one drop at a time, and I breathed. In. Out. In. Out.

Tall, faceless, and waiting. And as the air grew colder, a single drop of blood rolled down the inside of the glass, tracing the shape of a heart.

"Yes i am his daughter, how is he, is he okay" "Yes he is fine the doctor have been able to stabilize him, he is at the ICU he was brought in on time so the poison did not cause any severe damage". "Okay thank you nurse, can I see him now". "Yes you can the ICU is straight ahead the last door by your right". "Thank you". Samantha ran to the last door and saw her father lying unconscious. She became more sober and cried out her eyes. She picked up her phone to call Greg, it rang severally without him picking, still heart broken and didn't know what to do she decided to call Brenda.

My breathing became uneven. "Please..." I whispered desperately. "Not again..." A strange warmth spread down my leg, making my heart stop. Slowly, with trembling hands… I lowered my gaze. A crimson drop landed on the polished marble beneath me. Then another.

On my instructions, they took every step and followed diligently, only if they knew I was working and instructing them by instinct. Soon, they got to the bullet and this was the part we knew was more dangerous. Taking the bullet out without the portion would cause the heart to pump blood with more force than normal, which could lead to stroke, heart attack, or quick death.

My heart sank and my breathing got stumped. My hands sweeped over it and my orbs widened in horror. Blood. It spread rapidly round the area, tainting my gown and casting a sinister hue of red upon my gown. The liquid cascaded onto the beach sands, imprinting its crimson stains upon the grains. My heartbeat accelerated with each passing moment, intensified by another wave of excruciating pain. This time, the anguish centered right above my left breast. Similar to its bloody counterpart, it surged swiftly, tainting my gown with its scarlet red stains.

Blood spilled onto the paper just like it did a few seconds ago with her. But that was not the surprising part, our blood drops started moving towards each other and pretty soon formed a big red drop of blood which quickly turned golden and disappeared in the form of tiny stars. A gasp was heard. I turned to see Rose with her mouth wide open, she quickly realized I was looking at her and closed her mouth with a small smile. "What does it mean?" "It means you are my niece," Celia wiped the tear and before I knew it, hugged me tightly.

I don't want anymore liquefied bodies to clean up. Carter leveled the syringe over the subject's chest, trying to gauge where her heart lay beneath the protective layer of ribcage. When he had a close guess, he brought his hand up, and slammed it down, breaking through the bone and sending the needle straight into her heart. She screamed and fought, but it was no use.